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“Nah, it’s cool.” You’re keeping mental notes of a future recruit for the Nameless here. “Uhm, you told the Madam of Shrubbery about him, right?”
“<span class="mu-i">Buahehuhahehihi…</span> Of course!” Oliver is trying to distract you with his laugh as he texts Nina about Lord Gargoyle…
“Oh lordy, great news! Our collaboration is still underway, gentlemen!” Lord Gargoyle is interested in keeping this going.
“Why?” Henry doesn’t get why you are doing this.
“It’s chill, man. He’s no different than stringing me along. And he’s got powers too, doesn’t he? He’d be more useful than I’ll ever be! Haha!” George takes this alliance in stride.
“You got a point there, George.” A faint smile appears on Henry’s face. He can’t stay moody for too long.
“...You should talk me up, man.” George deadpans. Henry just straight up laughs at his face. “You’re an ass!” George starts laughing too. What an odd duo.
“So, Lord Gargoyle, can I ask you a question? It’s for team bonding.” You excuse your curiosity by pretending to have other intentions. “What exactly happened at the Stadium? All the people I know skipped it.”
“You heard about it and didn’t go? I bragged about it because I thought everyone did!” Lord Gargoyle believes everyone should succumb to the temptation to quench your curiosity.
“I-I was busy… And to be fair, it looked like a trap.” You keep telling yourself that. “I mean, I was right.”
“Better not spoil it yet!” Lord Gargoyle laughs.
“So what happened exactly? I was in jail back then.” Oliver didn’t know that he could’ve asked. Maybe Amelia is right, you’re friends with too many criminals…
“All Fiend Wielders congregated inside. We were many. More empty seats, old and all, it’s a stadium still, even if half of it was unusable. It was under repair. Moving on, all eyes on the field. A spotlight falls down on a corporate guy, nice suit and colorful tie, he welcomes us and says he’s one of the organizers, his name is Harper. He didn’t want to be the figurehead, but someone spread his name around during the first meeting with the Judges, and he ended up in the post.” Lord Gargoyle raises one finger. “Then a man and his peers steal the spotlight away. Walk up like they own the place. Might as well have. A recovering alcoholic, a biker, and a flamboyant kid. Leader is named Kazuchika. He let us know, every single one of us, that we must work together to save the world. He has a plan. A way to stop this deadly game. Ears perked up. We were listening.”
